three years on

...if i have my dates right that is. i was but a humble intern sitting, as all interns should, at the feet of my pastor. all of a sudden i was overwhelmed by a vision of loveliness who came to chat with said pastor. i had my wits about me though and offered her a beer nut; which worked like a charm. she swears she can't remember a thing about our first meeting, except that i looked about 18 years old. and now, three years later, we're going back to the carrington house hotel as man and wife.